who ate my moon.......cake?

Hari Raya has come and gone. All that fuss over ketupat and beef rendang! Well I had a sumptous affair at Cindy's open house. Kudos to Alice ! And again at another open house on sat...nice! Now we are fussing over yet another event...PMR. To those parents who are running around with high blood pressure, hey, take it easy. Its just the PMR, not the exams for the nobel prize.

I have friends who ran around like chickens about to be slaughtered over the UPSR, now, its the parents of those taking PMR who will be having a sleepless nite tonite worrying about something which is beyond their control and over something which will not stop the world from spinning. Relax folks, your kids got everything under control, believe it or not, they dont want to fail either. Some are still going for tuition tonite....hahah...if they dont know their lesson by now its too late....let them watch TV and relax. A relaxed mind can think clearer and faster.

Of course I am very relaxed, I dont have any doing this wretched exam! Even when my kids were doing it dont think I was in do or die mode. To tell the truth this PMR exam doesnt prove a thing. Even with 5/6 As, the kids can still be average once put outside their comfort zone. Ask them about world affairs, about earthquake,floods, poverty and terrorism and, I bet you they cant tell you anything. Why? Cos it is not in the text book. Preston forgot to add it in....hahaha

How can we expect them to know all these when they have time to read the newspaper. So sad. But that is education in Malaysia. We all survived it and moved on and learnt from it . Sadly the education minister still lives in the past.

Life goes on. We learn, we struggle, we survive and we live on to see our kids make the same mistakes all through their student days, but they too will learn and survive and see their kids do the same. Life is a vicious circle. The only way to break that circle is to send them overseas. Sometimes they move out of the circle so far that they never come back. Also so sad. Just when we can rely on them to take care of us they are so far away. I see so many old parents living on their own in Sandakan cos their kids have all migrated. The old folks struggle with their wizen limbs just to do their daily chores. They try to sound happy when the kids call even though they are in constant ache and pain, even though they are lonely and would like some company, some TLC, some words of comfort when the limbs and joints go on strike.

I was once told that parents can look after 12 kids but not even 1 kid can look after 1 parent . Why is life so cruel? When a baby gets sick the mother stays up all nite nursing him, but when an old parent gets sick, no one wants to volunteer to nurse him. How selfish we all are ? I am no saint either. May god forgive us.